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Nathan: I had a slight fever at my check up this morning, like literally nothing. Nathan: Now I’m quarantined to my cabin for the day, on a tropical island, per Dr. Navarro’s orders. 🙄 Nathan: “To protect the guests.” Nathan: I’m so ducking bored. Nathan: **FUCKING Nathan: Please entertain me. 🥺

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It was possible that Nathan hadn't quite considered the consequences of his actions in coming here. He didn't think about just how much of an effect Roman would have on him and how much he probably didn't want to be seen that way in public. At the same time... the idea of anyone else seeing him getting absolutely owned by the other boy was kind of a turn on, which just added to the weight currently sitting in the pit of his stomach as he watched Roman move like a god descending Mount Olympus. Onto the floor, crawling toward him, and rolling his hips up toward the ceiling while Nathan sat on the couch with his jaw in his lap and his hands subconsciously gripping throw pillows until his knuckles turned white.

"You're the sexiest person alive, I swear to god." Nate muttered to him as he returned to his lap, intent on frazzling what remained of his mind piece by piece. The masseuse bit his bottom lip, muffling a sordid groan as it worked up the back of his throat. From all show to all action in a snap, Nathan watched Roman free his cock with hooded eyes, already aware of just how hard he was. "Can you blame me?" The tail end of his words were met with another moan, toes curling in his shoes at the first touch of his tongue, like fire crossing his skin. "Fuck..." Leaning more into the couch, he let his legs fall apart, offering himself like a horny frat boy that hadn't been touched in weeks.

Roman was finding it difficult to focus on dancing when he really just wanted to smash his face against Nathan's. The man looked so damn enticing sitting there throbbing on the couch, this was just as much torture for the dancer - trust. But, Nate deserved a good show. What fun would this be without the build up?

As soon as Ro had finished his moves on the poll, he got down on the ground, looking downright sinful as he slowly crawled across the floor towards his prey. Roman stopped halfway to Nathan and performed a front roll, practically flipping forward so that he was now on his back and rolling his hips in upward thrusting motions. Roman's eyes were still on Nate, watching him with a dark gaze while running a hand down his own body to his crotch in a teasing motion.

Once the Brit was satisfied that Nathan had been waiting long enough, Roman was between the therapist's legs again, still on the floor as he drug his lips along the length of the other man's clothed cock. "You're so hard for me, baby..." The stripper groaned, and then hastily freed Nate's erection from it's restricting confines so that he could wrap a hand around it and lick a firm stripe through the precum surfacing.

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Nathan took it as a total compliment to his skills that Zion had requested him after feeling what he could do. It must have been one hell of a massage to impress him that much. And it wasn't as if he was particularly upset about being able to call off work for the rest o the day either. He loved his job but he was also on a tropical island with a boat load of attractive men that he wouldn't mind exploring more. Even if he was technically still working now, it didn't feel like it. It felt like he was relaxing with someone gorgeous in a hot tub.

"That is an obsession I totally support." Nathan smirked right back, looking as cocky as ever. No matter what he did, he never could truly shake that popular jock, stud of the team, fuckboy appearance he'd carried around since high school. Thank god guys seemed to be into it. "But you say young men like you're some 50-something business man with a daddy kink. I'm pretty sure we're the same age, or close to it." Nathan couldn't help but tease him a little. It was in his nature.

"So, Zion." He liked that name a lot. "You never told me what it is you do for a living." The lives of the men that were invited to the island as guests genuinely interested him. What sort of profession could one have to get them an exclusive spot at the Haus of Perses? He could usually wager a guess - doctor, lawyer, hitman... but Zion was a little more difficult to pin down. He stood out from the rest, which piqued Nathan's curiosity all the more.

Zion knew it would be risky asking the masseuse to join him in the hot tub after his appointment. He was sure the staff member had plenty of other clients he needed to attend to, but with as good as the rub down had been, he felt it only right to repay him. Even if that meant he would only be getting him out of work early to soak in a tub of hot water with him.

“The water is amazing, as always” he replied. His eyes shamelessly following every move Nathan made as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt up over his head. He still couldn’t seem to get used to the fact that every man on this island looked like a goddamn model, and he caught himself more than once letting his eyes unabashedly undress the other male as he climbed into the tub beside him.

“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he chuckled nonchalantly. “I’ve just got this new found obsession with convincing hot young men to get naked and wet with me” he mused. Playfully sticking his tongue out as he gave a tantalizing smirk.

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Nathan made it a point to hang out with his fellow staff members as often as he could. He wanted to build friendships with them, make sure he wasn't just interacting with people who might see him as a luxury rather than a person. Rhett was one of the people he'd known since he arrived so he considered him one of his better friends, even if they rarely got to spend any time together. If he had a question about anything Haus related, he'd always feel comfortable asking Rhett. With the blonde inside, he shut the door and followed him back toward the living room, all the more excited for a nice, lazy day with someone to share it with.

"I know, right? It's almost like we're always on the clock or something." Nathan teased, making his way into the kitchen. "You want something to drink? I've got beer, coke zero, and water." It seemed like the right thing to do to offer Rhett a drink, even if he just got here. That just sounded normal as far as hanging out with a friend. "Believe it or not, I sourced a GameCube and a bunch of games. What do you like? Super Smash Bros, Sonic, Donkey Kong, Zelda, Mario Kart... almost anything else." He chuckled. "There's a whole book of them on the coffee table if you want to have a look."

It had been a while since Rhett had hung out with Nathan. The guy was usually off with someone or working and he didn't really like to bother the busy staff members all too much. But he knew that Nathan would cheer him up and for once, Rhett was going to focus on himself a bit. Just until he could feel better after the night he had. He really shouldn't be that bothered about it, but he couldn't help it. Most of the time, the clients were accommodating and saw the staff members as people. But every blue moon, one would come by that just reminded Rhett where he worked.

He smiled at his friends words and he immediately released a sigh of relief, "Coming." He chuckled, walking inside the others cabin, "We haven't had the time to hang out for a while. I would hate if someone to interrupt that." Rhett really would. Nathan was such a sweet man. He reminded him of some of his mates back in New York, "What game are you playing?" He asked. Honestly, he didn't know anything about video games, but he loved to watch people play them. The graphics on games nowadays were mind blowing.

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Nathan hadn't experienced anything like that since coming to the Haus. Hell, he wasn't sure he'd experienced anything like that in his entire life. Thomas was a different beast entirely and Nathan was all about it, if the way he reacted to getting absolutely wrecked was anything to go by. He was only left standing when Thomas pulled out of him thanks to the railing holding him up and his own well-developed muscles. A lesser man would be in a heap on the floor feeling like he did in that moment - completely and utterly in bliss.

"I'm better than good." Nathan assured the other man as he pulled him into another kiss. It was deep and needy, conveying just how much he still wanted from Thomas tonight. That could have been more than enough for him from anyone else, but he wasn't done here, not yet. He wanted to keep Thomas to himself for the rest of the night, no matter what that meant. It seemed the other man had the same thing in mind, suggesting with a bit of a struggle that they get in the hot tub to wind down from everything that just happened. Nathan smiled, still leaning his weight into the railing. "I'd like that." He followed Thomas with his eyes as he pulled away, turning his own body against the railing to test the strength of his legs. Convinced that he'd be alright, he stood up straight and used his feet to pull of his shoes so he could step out of the pants already at his ankles.

Taking a few steps closer to the jacuzzi, he shrugged his suit jacket of and then unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, discarding it as well. Once he was completely naked, he found Thomas again, wrapping his arms around him from behind and pressing himself up against his back. "I want to spend the night with you." Nathan wanted to make that very clear. His fingers began to unbuckle Thomas' belt, helping him with his probably million dollar suit. "I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up in your arms so I can have you again first thing in the morning." He pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder, pulling his belt slowly from the loops. "I'll do anything to make that happen."

For a man like Thomas, sex was something… ordinary. He had sex for a wide multitude of reasons, from wanting to forget things to simply feeling like it. He could count on his fingers the number of times he had sex with someone because he was legitimately attracted to that person – and Nathan was obviously amongst the top three at the present time. Thomas liked control. He lived for it, for every second of every day was about just that: him having control over every little detail so that things would go the way he wanted. But where was the control now? As he came down from his post-orgasmic haze and felt his entire body give in to the effort he had put behind fucking Nathan, Thomas realized that he had no control whatsoever. His hands were on Nathan’s hips as the other man leaned forward to rest against the rail, their bodies still experiencing the aftershocks of their mindblowing orgasms. “Jesus fucking Christ.” That was all Thomas could say. That were all the words he could master as he remained buried balls deep inside that particular staff member who had done nothing more than to rock his world in its core. It took Thomas a larger degree of composure to actually remember how to move, not really wanting to but actually needing to pull away from Nathan. His pride was still hard despite that intense fuck, almost like he was still insatiable – craving for more despite his body wanting to do nothing more than crash onto a bed and fall asleep for a couple of decades. Maybe next time. Not now. Not this night. Thomas brushed his hair away from his face and found support against the railing as well, standing next to Nathan on wobbly legs as a lopsided smirk formed on his face. “You were fucking incredible.” He had been with a lot of guys over the years but not many had succeeded in making him lose control when he was trying to have control. That was the beauty of it. Something that without a doubt in Thomas’ mind – placed Nathan highly ranked above so many others. “You good?” Long fingers caressed the staff’s face as Thomas turned Nathan to him, instantly closing the gap between their bodies to that he could kiss him – long and passionately – as a way to thank him for that amazing moment. Their time together at the beach had been nothing short of amazing and surreal but this one was right there with it. Nathan could get as hard as he could give and that was something that sent shivers down Thomas’ spine. How he could even consider fighting back the hunger he had for that man when he had now experienced how fucking terrific it was to have sex with Nathan? To be fucked by him and to be the one claiming him as well? “How about…” There was a moment of pause. Thomas was still trying to find his voice, to control his erratic breathing that was still coming out roughly from his mouth as he brushed their noses together in a rare display of intimacy. “How about we get off these suits and relax in the jacuzzi?” There was a reason why he had picked those cabanas. “And who knows? If you end up spending me again like you did just now…?” There was a little smirk on Thomas’ lips as he kissed Nathan gently on the cheek before pulling away. “Maybe we can even sleep together.”

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Nathan: I mean, I'm not opposed to it. Nathan: Oh, it's gotta be Neptune. God of the sea, beautiful blue color. And did you see the pics they got of its rings late last year? Crazy. Nathan: Okay my turn... Nathan: What is your go to movie when you just want to chill and not think about anything or watch anything new?

Kami: Hitting you sounds extreme but if that's what ur into :P

Kami: What's ur favorite planet besides Uranus or the one we're on

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Nathan: Absolutely. Nathan: I’m on break so hit me.

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Kami: It's me, hi. 👽 Kami: I'm bored at the gym. Kami: [ photo ] Kami: Wanna play 20 questions?

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Nathan was in the process of getting ready for the day still, having slept in a bit longer than normal because it was his day off. When he heard a knock on his door, he was still brushing his teeth and only wearing a pair of gym shorts. “Coming!” He called after spitting into the sink. He quickly wiped his face and checked his hair in the mirror. You never knew when it was a guest that wanted his attention, though he kind of hoped not. It was so rare that they got full days off and Nathan was planning on spending the day completely slumming it. He didn’t want to even leave his cabin unless there was an emergency. Still, he had a job to do, so instead of ignoring the knock, he made his way to the door, grabbing a shirt on the way.

“Yeah?” He tugged the shirt down over his chest as the door swung open and his eyes landed on Rhett. Ever the optimist, Nathan beamed at his friend. Rhett had been one of the first people to welcome him when he started working at the Haus and they’d been good friends ever since. And you know what made slumming it in your cabin all day even better? Slumming it with a friend. “Not unless you count movies, video games, and an obscene amount of potato chips as busy.” Stepping aside, he made room for the other to get past him. “Come on, get in here before someone sees us and tries to make us work.”

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It was no secret that Rhett was far too nice for his own good. Typically that wasn't an issue and if anything, it was a good thing. Every blue moon someone would take advantage of his kindness, however, and that was last night. Rhett never minded roughness from clients but he did like to receive aftercare afterwards. Of any kind, really. He would take a pat on the shoulder and thumbs up. But after the long night with the particularly terrible client, he got nothing. Just a 'get dressed and go'. Once he left, Rhett knew he wanted to spend time with someone who cared, even a little.

After going back to his cabin to take a shower and change into his typical hole-y jeans, oversized tank top and bracelets and rings galore, the blond wandered back out. Approaching another cabin, he knocked softly on the door and tucked his thumbs into his pockets, looking down towards the ground. When he heard the door open up, Rhett smiled a bit, "Hey... You busy? I thought we could hang out or something..."

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#Thenandnow 10 Year Challenge

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As obvious as it probably was to take action against someone that got violent in a professional setting, Nathan couldn't help but chuckle softly at the idea of it. He shook his head. "I don't think I could find it in myself to sue someone who lashes out at such a vulnerable time in their life." He never really thought about it before but it just seemed obvious to him. "The people who came to me were on top of the world, doing amazing things in whatever sport they excelled at. Generational talents, game changers, hard workers, the best of the best. And in a split second, they had that taken away from them. Their body betrayed them and sitting in my office meant they couldn't do what it was they loved the most. Sometimes that anger came out at me, which is fine. I'm there to help, even if it means taking a punch or getting shoved or whatever."

Nathan knew the pain of injury all too personally. His physical therapist took a lot of shit from him, everything from apathy to anger. And yet they stuck with him and made sure he got better each and every appointment. It inspired him to be that person for others, even if now he was simply a masseuse at a resort for men who wanted to hide from the world. He liked to think, in a way, he provided a similar sort of healing here, ensuring the tension of their lives left if only for a moment.

"Sorry." He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's just something I'm really passionate about." He refocused on what he was doing. His hands kind of had a mind of their own, he was perfectly capable of massaging Mike while talking. But he didn't want the other man to think he wasn't paying attention to his body when that was very much the case. His ultimate goal was for Mike to leave here feeling better than when he came in, perhaps not mentally or emotionally, but physically. "I'm trained to work with scar tissue and there are different ways to break it up and help with flexibility, kind of soften things up." He placed his fingers gently on either side of the scar and began to massage along the line of it, pressing deep into the tissue and watching for any signs of discomfort. "It's better done in the early stages, right after the wound heals, so there's not much I can do in the long run with something this old. But I should be able to loosen it up enough that you'll be able to tell the difference."

It was times like this that Nathan was glad he wasn't just a masseuse. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but his training in physical therapy definitely gave him a leg up on the competition. It certainly came in handy here, with someone that had been through things that left scars like this. As he reached the end of it, his hand turned and splayed across Mike's chest. "Now, what is it you like to do in your free time?" He asked, wanting to know more about Mike past how uncomfortable he was to even be here on the island. "Reading? Cooking? Paintball? Ultimate video gaming?"

He found it quite hard to believe that he wasn't a terrible client, but it seemed Nathan had proof. He spoke of some of the other terrible people had worked on before and Mike couldn't help but curl his lip up at the tales, "Did you sue?" The man quickly asked, his brow raising. If Nathan did, he doubted he would have to be working at the Haus now. He would probably make enough from that case to last him a lifetime. "I promise I won't punch you." Mike immediately threw out there, smile just a bit from the joke. He then nodded his head as Nathan spoke, glad to hear that he was doing okay. Mike felt like it wasn't but hey, he'd take it, "Yeah...I know. I wake up pretty stiff every morning so this should help." He mentioned softly.

Noting that Nathan was beginning to work on his stomach, the retired agent awkwardly moved his arms to his side and watched the others hands intently. At least now he could watch him work and he didn't have to stare at the floor. That was going to be much better for him. His blue eyes fell upon the large scar on his stomach before he looked over towards Nathan, "Do you have to do anything special when it comes to scar tissue?" He asked. The area wasn't necessarily sensitive anymore, but he was genuinely curious. The scar was a couple years old now, but it still looked like hell in his opinion. But then again, he was the one that had associate memories with it so that was probably the problem there.

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Call him opportunistic. Nathan loved getting to know people, it was why he loved his job so much. Most of the time there was small talk involved that would allow him to learn about someone before they got down to other business, if they did. That's not what he expected from Emmet at all, given the other's obviously shy nature. It just so happened he was on his way to do something totally normal compared to most of the shenanigans on this island and he'd run into Emmet on the way. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it was strange for a staff member to make the invitation but as long as the other was game, that's all that mattered.

"Yepp, you got it." Nathan was pleased to know he'd at least left enough of an impression for Emmet to remember his name. As it turned out the other boy wasn't far off in his estimation of the masseuse. He had been a jock in high school and college, he'd messed around with plenty of boys, but he'd never been in the closet about it. "Awesome! Let's go." He waved Emmet along as he turned to continue toward the bowling alley. "I have to warn you, I haven't played in a while. Try not to laugh too hard if I hit the gutter every time." Nathan chuckled. "You don't have to take it easy on me, though. I'll take my losses in stride... and maybe eat a bucket of nachos."

Ever since the St. Patrick's day shenanigans, Emmet had been a little more cooped up in his cabin than he would've liked, solving an issue that had come up with the family business. Thankfully that was all done now and he could get back to enjoying his vacation. Or, more so pushing himself out of his comfort zone and working on his people skills.

The young client didn't expect to be stopped on his tracks, much less by Nathan of all people. They had met once already, but Emmer didn't remember leaving a particularly good impression on the other. And yet here they were, Nathan approaching him. "Nathan, right?" He questioned, polite smile on his lips. God, something about Nathan just reminded him of those closeted jocks who messed around with him at uni. Probably was because of the staffer's muscular build and sharp jawline. "Bowling?" Why the other man would ask him of all people, Emmet wasn't exactly sure. But he would take it. A good opportunity to get to know him better. "I have nothing better to do, so sure. Sounds like it could be fun."

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Nathan couldn't remember the last time someone had fucked him like this, or if there ever was a time. Everything felt raw, unhinged in the best way. He was breaking, falling apart at the seams, giving himself entirely up to the hands of Thomas King. Those hands that gripped him like they were afraid he would disappear if they loosened even a fraction. First on his hips and then his shoulders and now slipping around his throat. Nathan whimpered, his eyes clamping shut to a flurry of bright lights behind the lids. Even the subtle squeeze at his neck made him shudder and moan combined with everything else. Thomas' words, the slow but rough change of pace, and the other man's need to claim him like a piece of property that should only belong to him... Nathan didn't stand a fucking chance.

He might have thought the orgasm he had on the beach that night was something but this easily combated it. His body lost all sense of cohesion, feeling completely weightless for a moment. And then, all at once, he was slammed back into reality as Thomas closed that strong hand around his throat. Maybe he was cumming, he couldn't tell. The only load he was focused on was the one filling him up, leaving him completely breathless along with the grip around his windpipe. His grip on the railing finally faltered due to the spinning in his head. He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel anything but Thomas King behind him sending every bit of desire so deep inside his body he might have split him completely in half.

Nathan was sure in the heat of the moment that he only ever existed to be this.

As he came down, he was suddenly all too aware of the state of his body. Legs weak, he leaned himself forward, pressing his chest against the railing. It was a wonder either of them was still standing at all. Nathan took deep, gulping breaths when he was allowed, trying to drive away the burning in his lungs and the dizziness in his head. He was grateful for the breeze coming off of the water to cool his burning skin. "You... goddammit, Thomas." Nathan couldn't think of words to describe anything anymore. The way he was shaking spoke for itself. And to think, this was just the beginning of their night. "I can't feel my legs." He leaned back a little bit into him, humming softly at the feel of the other man still buried so deeply inside of him.

If his brain would work at any given time with Nathan – Thomas would ask himself when was the last time he truly fucked someone like this. He couldn’t even remember the last time he lost control and wanted nothing more than to pound someone until they came undone over and over again under his touch. There was something primal there. Now that his brain was disconnected from the rest of his body, all Thomas wanted to do was to fuck Nathan until both of their bodies were on the verge of crumbling. His grip on the staff’s shoulders was nothing short of possessive – grabbing onto the fabric of Nathan’s jacket like an impromptu leash as he secured both of their positions while he continued with his almost brutal onslaught. There was no pausing now. Not a damn thing in the world could stop him from making Nathan his the same way Nathan had claimed him at the beach. The world could be on fire or exploding… and the King would not relent. If they had to go – they would go with a fucking bang. His breathing was so irregular that Thomas could feel his throat showing signs of being sore. The heavy pants abandoned his mouth as he continued to push past his own limits – ignoring the weakness of his own legs so that he could continue to hit Nathan in that precise spot that would make him reach the proverbial Nirvana. They could rest later. There was no way he wanted to stop – even if his body was telling him to. How could he even contemplate easing a little bit when Nathan looked so fucking hot in that suit and felt so incredibly tight around him? The more he would ram himself into the other man, the more the masseuse would clench around him, determined to milk him completely in their current state. Only fair – he had rode Nathan’s orgasm and made the staff empty his balls inside him. He could only provide Nathan with the same treatment. When his partner told him that he was close, all Thomas could do was smile. His lips found his shoulder again, his hands switching to hold Nathan’s throat from behind. It was easy when he had such long fingers but the King had to remind himself not to squeeze too damn hard at that stage. “Come with me.” Another gentle kiss on his shoulder and Thomas’ hips resumed the previous pace – slow but with every bit of power behind them. Sliding in and out of the other man – wanting for Nathan to feel every fucking inch drilling him the right way. “Come with me, gorgeous. I’m fucking filling you up… just like you deserve. I’ll make you mine.” Thomas didn’t know if it was his sudden possessive urge that was pushing him over the edge or just Nathan and how amazing he felt… but he was also quite close. He could feel the pressure on his loins, his breathing as erratic as the fast pounds of his heart inside his chest. Ever since day one he had wanted to breed Nathan and fill him to the brim – claiming that gorgeous ass as his property in a moment of heat… And when Thomas felt his orgasm hitting him – he sank his teeth into Nathan’s shoulder, biting the fabric of his jacket as hard as he could while his fingers closed tightly around his throat. Never an orgasm had felt like such an explosion. Like every bit of him filled Nathan in a single go, that one last thrust sending him into a fucking spiral of madness. His entire body was on fire – muscles sore, lungs screaming… his cock felt even harder than it was before as he came deep within Nathan. If there was one orgasm that had completely erased every coherent thought from his mind… that was it. Up was down and down was up, it was out, and out was in. Nothing made sense anymore as Thomas felt his entire body tremble, eyes closing so hard that everything appeared to spin all around him… And all… because of Nathan fucking Cline.

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Nathan dove into the kiss just as eagerly, their tongues crossing, dancing in the heat between them. He abandoned his hold on Theo's hips in favor of snaking an arm around the other boy's body, securing it against his own. He pressed his other palm flat against the door, steadying himself so his pace would not falter. In such a small space, the heat generated by their bodies was almost suffocating but in the best way. Nathan groaned into Theo's mouth at the sudden pressure building in his groin. It was unavoidable with the way he moved, fucking Theo like the world was ending around them and this was their last chance to get off before everything crashed and burned.

Speaking of which...

Breaking from the kiss, Nathan moved his mouth down to the top of Theo's shoulder. Panting heavily against his skin, his thrusts became rougher, more erratic as he chased inevitability. "I'm close." He warned, pressing heavy, hot kisses along the side of Theo's neck up to his ear. "You gonna cum for me, baby?" It was all he could do to get the words out before his own orgasm shook through him. Moaning, he curled his fingers against the door, gripping Theo's body back against him even harder as he came. Theo felt impossibly tighter around him, squeezing him for every drop while Nathan fucked the last remnants of his energy into him. He wasn't going to stop until the high faded.

Every pump, every undulated thrust was punctuated by moans coming from the younger one. Pinned against the door, Theo could hardly brace himself, muscles of his body taut, fingers flat out pushing against to wooden frame to give himself some stability. “Yes, yes, yes!” Nathan’s cock was hitting him deep, but even deeper so with the shift in position making him moan even louder; it was mere restraint that he was not banging against the door with clenched fists. All the while, he felt the other male cling to him in kind, the pair of them losing themselves to the heat of the moment. And yet he thirsted for more, that Theo arched his back further to push his ass out, timing it to meet each and every fervent thrust, in a bid for bodies falling into perfect rhythm, purposely losing himself unto carnality.

Nathan filled him completely; just as well, muscles clamped down around the hardened erection, hardly forgiving on his part. Theo craned his neck, tilting his head back, one hand reaching behind to cradle the back of the other’s head seeking for a much desired, heated kiss. Finding his hold, Theo pulled him, pushing his tongue into hot mouth, a momentary reprieve from the stream of breathy groans and satisfied utterances that spilled from his lips. The compliment continued to stroke the fire within him, that he moved his hand to reach down, and began pumping his cock in his hand, feverish and wanton, concentrating on the tip to incite pleasure. Paired with the continuous fucking, almost instantly, he felt the tightening of his balls, knowing he wouldn’t withstand for long.

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Roman had no earthly idea what he did to him. It was probably the same thoughts that other men had about him. That's why Roman was here, because he was so good at his job. Hell, it had brought Nathan all the way to the strip club, a place he didn't normally frequent, just to see him. If that wasn't good marketing then he didn't know what was. For all the teasing leading up to this point, the real deal was already paying off big time. Roman was in his lap, pressed so close to him, practically kissing him. Nathan found himself moving his hands to those rolling hips as he leaned in to find his lips, only for the other boy to escape him again.

Fuck he was hard.

"I wasn't expecting to see me here either." Nathan bit his bottom lip, watching as Roman walked to the pole. How did he walk so effortlessly in those heels? That question left his mind just as soon as it came, full attention taking in the way he spun around the pole. Nathan was mesmerized by him already but watching him work only drew him in more. As much as he missed the weight of him in his lap, he could watch Roman dance for hours. "Goddamn, you're sexy." He pushed his fingers back through his hair, adjusting on the couch to get more comfortable in his current state of aching.

Roman was so extremely satisfied by the fact that Nathan seemed to be enjoying this already, wanting this to by far be the best lap dance the other male had ever experienced. Roman could be competitive, and even if he already knew how much Nate was going to like this, he had an incessant need to compete against his own expectations of himself. It was all about the tease before the prize. Sure, this club offered a happy ending, but it was still a show.

"Why thank you." The dancer turned, now facing Nathan in his lap while straddling his legs. "I really...was not expecting to see you here." Ro admitted, hips still moving as he leaned in to rub his lips against Nate's. He just wanted a taste, and then it was time to get back up. Roman was a stripper - Nathan had to see his moves on the pole. He took hold of it, swinging around the pole a couple of times before he was climbing to the top, and turning upside down. The Brit split his legs in the air and slowly spun around, moving in such a sexy, but also artful way. This was a perfectly valid form of dance and impressive artistry.

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Okay, the fact Kane was just watching him was kind of hot. Nathan could feel his face heating up when the other man winked at him. Thankfully, his blush never showed on his face. "Look all you want. That's what we're here for." He was getting better at keeping his composure around Kane, it was just a matter of remembering they were on a level playing field here. Nathan had met the fighter pretty early in his own career and that had cemented him as this sort of larger than life figure in his mind. But Kane was a man just like any other on this island, there was no reason to put him on a pedestal.

That was all well and good to tell himself, but it didn't stop him from zoning out a little when Kane finally stripped, baring himself completely to him. Nathan caught the shorts in one hand. "Oh yeah. I'm thrilled." He laughed, mostly at himself, and finally finished taking off his own clothes while his eyes lingered on Kane. The other man was built to perfection, a body he so vividly remembered getting his hands on not so long ago. He wouldn't mind doing it again. "I'm coming." Nathan kicked his shorts away and climbed into the hot tub, settling into the water with a sigh. It relaxed him almost immediately.

"So, you're back." After a moment, he spoke up. "Pretty nice upgrade right?" Not only were they on a private island, but the staff had more freedom to do certain things here, as long as they performed their duties. That's why he and Kane could hang out like this in a hot tub that was probably more meant for the guests, but hey, no one was using it. "We didn't get a lot of time to hang out last time you were here, so I'm glad you decided to stick around. There's still a lot I'd love to get to know about you."

This was Kane's first visit to one of the cabana's and it was safe to say that the guard wasn't surprised at the level of detail it contained: trust the King's to keep things completely on theme and keep it immaculate. The curtains were also a nice touch for those who wanted a more private affair, but Kane had promised Nathan a skinny dip, and a show for everyone that walked past, so while the curtains were a nice touch, they wouldn't be drawn this time around.

"I know, I know," I grinned, as Nathan's attention came over to a still fully clothed Kane while he was already partially nude, "just admirnin' the view," and he threw the younger man a cheeky wink. Without much more delay, Kane grabbed both his shorts and staff jock in one hand and yanked them down, sliding them to his feet in one grand motion before stepping out of them, throwing them in Nathan's direction for extra effect. "Happy now?" he laughed as he took to removing his shirt, a body of fully illustrated skin now visible to Nathan and passing onlookers, and he gave a slow turn on the spot to show off some more, "is it everythin' ye hoped it would be?"

Now he was just teasing, and he gave another laugh before heading over to the hot tub and lowering himself in. "Goddamn this is nice. Ye comin' in or what?"